The promise of a Summer storm lingers in the thick forest air, the humidity causing Georgiana's movement to slow, her hooves to fall heavy to the Earth and her head to sway at the height of her shoulders. When her hooves meet soft sand the mare pauses at the peak of the beach, her head raising as if to survey it. She has learned with the years to make herself look more alert and it has become more of a habit rather than something she has to think about and so, with a gentle expression, her light eyes seem to peer through her fringe as she twists her neck to 'look' in each direction.
Thinking the only company she has today is the rumbling sky and turbulent sea, the pale lady begins to make her way along the shoreline, her legs moving at a quicker pace than before as the cool ocean wind passes by, her thoughts wandering around her head in a less frantic way than the sea and unknown to her, the other soul sharing the beach with her today.
It seems the stormy sea has muted the sound of hooves skimming sand and consequently her keen ear has not been able to hear Braylen approaching from the opposite direction.
Much less like the ocean, her thoughts flow through her mind more like the stream she has frequented throughout the Spring as she kept to herself and wandered through the forest. She has spent an awfully large amount of time doing just that and is beginning to feel a stronger urge to spend her days grazing and idly chitchatting with the other mares in her herd, after all it is only natural for her to want to do so, especially because she has experienced constant rejection from this absolute normal way of life, her whole life.
It is all shes ever wanted, and wondered about.
She has only stayed away, really, so she could remember her way through the forest, which she has done so she can simply provide herself with some security and self-assurance; not knowing your way through your own home can be quite... challenging.
Georgiana
Gypsy Vanner | Five | Mare | 15hh | Chestnut Tovero | Blind | Fruity |